Ted Brattstrom Stanford Ave Santa Cruz Cropped : 無料・フリー素材/写真
Ted Brattstrom Stanford Ave Santa Cruz Cropped / wbaiv
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| 説明 | Lori, Ted and myself standing under the porch light outside the front door of the Stanford Avenue house that we rented. Winter of 1977, Spring / Summer 1978. After the first time I was asked to leave UCSC. I was working for Micro Mini Manufacturing, an injection molding plastic shop on 17th Avenue, across from the Sysco canned food warehouse. $2.55/hour, the $0.05 being a shift differential for graveyard that I held onto when the 24 hour operation ended and we were days only. The extra nickel was $2 a week for 40 hour weeks... so $102 before taxes. I recall depositing most of it every week in the bank, taking $20 or $40 for groceries and walking around money. 3 weeks of $41.66 paid the $125/month rent and the rest went to PG&E and The Phone Company. Both in the real tenant's name.The Stanford Avenue house was a good, college student, house. Available for rent while the owners figured out their divorce, sold when they did. I helped Ted build Klipsch short-horn copies in our workshop in the garage. Lori bought the "S" shaped doughnut shop counter from Goodwill land got it delivered by them, all for $25. We hauled it around for the next 13 years, Ted and I used it as a workbench. Later it was a room divider and bookcase at the Peach Terrace condo. Back to the garage when we had one at Westmont. I had to say, "Bye" when Jean and I sold the Westmont house, 1996. It was Thanksgiving at this place that Mothra the cat jumped up onto the dinner table and knocked off all the corn cobs we'd all already eaten... We were in the living room pausing for a moment before dessert when he made his daring leap to the table top. After that, we made him his own corn cob. The turkey came from the owner of the business, and softened the blow of not working Thanksgiving day, thus not getting paid! I hated holidays-off when I was working minimum wage jobs with no benefits. No work, no pay.My first 3 months post-college I lived in and paid rent for someone else's apartment on the bluff between Pacific St. and the beach. The nominal tenant was off having a fun summer but wanted to move back in when school started. Lori loaned me her car or dropped me off and picked me up when I was working through the night. She was working regular daylight hours at Good TImes, the free weekly. I woke in the afternoon and we had dinner together 7 nights a week. Saturday and Sunday I stayed up through the night so I didn't have to re-acclimate at midnight, Monday.This picture was made using a borrowed Polaroid bellows-camera, black and white film. After exposure (self timer I'm guessing) the individual image was pulled by hand through the gizmo that rolled a second, sensitized sheet over the latent image and spread the developing chemicals between them. Then wait, and after 1 minute or whatever it said on the box, peel the positive and negative apart. After the positive print was dry, there was a glossy goo to spread over it to stabilize it. The print was on heavy paper, curved but not rolled, so I always imagined the cartridge containing the magic (in the dark, I never saw it) had a stack of the papers, anchored to the plastic sheet that covered the developing image and whatever container that held the chemicals. The tab one pulled to process the image was part of the plastic... probably there's a cutaway somewhere on the internet. |
| 撮影日 | 1978-01-01 00:00:00 |
| 撮影者 | wbaiv |
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